Steven spoke, his anguish crystal
clear with each word. “Gladys told them where to find Sarah’s body?”

Helen sighed but nodded.

“Well.” His eyes were dark, his
face rigid, and his demeanor as cold as Arctic stone.

“The Bering Sea. The captain’s called
the FBI.”

**

Steven stared out the window, but
he did not see the street, the cars, or the people passing by. He saw Sarah,
her beautiful green eyes no longer held the light. Her skin had no luster―life
had disappeared from her body long before they pronounced death. He imagined
her floating in the unforgiving cold of the Bering Sea, sinking into the black
depths, her body thrashed by the unrelenting waves―always and forever.

Steven had never experienced such
strong negative, hate-filled emotions. He didn’t like it, but he’d go with it
if it changed the blackness surrounding him into light again. Vengeance, retribution,
simmering hatred was much easier to understand and deal with than grief. His
psyche couldn’t tolerate the overwhelming sense of emptiness. The loss was too
much. He’d survive on planning his revenge, after that, he wanted nothing, saw
nothing except an abyss. Is this what grief is?Floating in a
starless void, with only memories of Sarah and all the what if’s replaying to
unfulfillable conclusions.

Did you know that Juggernaut is a word of Indian origin? It comes from Jagganath - which is a temple in Puri where they take out a procession once a year - a procession lead by an enormous chariot. I'm really enjoying these snippets from Murder and Obsession.

Large bodies of water terrify me. I don't have a paralysing fear, I can get on a boat or fly over the water, but still my greatest fear is dying in the water. Even if that's not what happened to Sarah, this scene still chills me.

I am reading your snippets and will definitely start on the book before the A to Z Blog Challenge is over. I find it sad though that Sarah died. I need to read it to see how Steven copes with this.Shalom,Patricia @ EverythingMustChange

Oh man, I feel the pressure. If I say the right thing, I could be part of a story. Oh no, I think I'm that bystander that just got whacked. Alas my literary career was ever so brief. But it was so.Visiting from A to Z. I am so impressed with your work and blog.

I would love to hear from you, say hello and leave your blog address - I'll visit, but please take with you my undying gratitude that you stopped by for a read. Be well, be happy, and may your blog surfing bring you joy!